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|Posted by Testimony1 on February 21, 2018 at 9:55 PM||comments (0)|
Being a Christian is more than just an instantaneous conversion - it is a daily process whereby you grow to be more and more like Christ.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
|Posted by Testimony1 on June 11, 2017 at 8:35 PM||comments (0)|
|Posted by Testimony1 on January 21, 2017 at 11:30 PM||comments (1)|
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY.....
GOD HAS GIVEN US TWO BOUNCING BABY BOYS!!!
|Posted by Testimony1 on January 21, 2017 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY.....
GOD HAS GIVEN US TWO BOUNCING BABY BOYS!!!
|Posted by Testimony1 on January 8, 2017 at 7:50 AM||comments (0)|
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|Posted by Testimony1 on January 6, 2017 at 6:15 PM||comments (0)|
An Instagram user, Sarrie has shared her testimony after she birthed her first child at the age of 40.
Writing on her Instagram page, she recounted how she was called barren and how she was admitted to the hospital for two months at the age of 40. Read what she wrote after the cut..
HMMMMM I DONT KNOW DAT GOD HAS A PLAN FOR ME AT THE AGE OF 40, WHEN MY ENEMY CALLED ME BARREN WOMAN UPON THE ADIMTTION IN D HOSPITAL FOR 2 MONTHS. I WOKE UP DIS MORNING AND JUST HAD TO THANK GOD BECAUSE HE GAVE ME JOY TO REPLACE MY SADNESS. NO MORE KEMI OR SARRIE I AM NOW MUM PRECIOUS, MUM PAMILERINAYO, MUM REMILEKUN, MUM EBUDOLA. GBOGBO AWON TI O N BE OLORUN PATAPATA NI OLORUN A FUN NI OMO NI ODUN YI AGAN A TI OWO ALA BO OSUN. I APPRECIATE ALL CALLS MSGS SHARES ON MY WALL FROM MY FRIENDS AND FAMILIES DIS IS UR YEAR TO SHINE GOD WILL ANSWER WHO EVER IS LOOKING THE FRUIT OF WOMB
|Posted by Testimony1 on January 6, 2017 at 7:25 AM||comments (0)|
In 2013, during the 21 days fast, I participated vigorously with a heart of expectation for my next level. During one of my personal midnight prayer sessions, after an intensive time in God's presence, my cry was heard, and God spoke. I heard Him clearly. God revealed to me, His plans and purpose for me on earth. As He spoke, I wrote. I had been a full time housewife for several years, and in desperate need for a change of level. God told me, “Your passion is where your next levels lie and it has to be done My way” (God's way). Taking me through His word, He illuminated my mind on the Godly way of fashion. He showed me how fashion can be a tool for soul winning. He told me that if I would hearken to His word concerning this, I would excel greatly.
God gave me the blueprint, the master plan. He told me exactly what to do. What designs to make (decent and modest), and the types of clients that would patronize me. Most importantly, He told me where the business would be situated (MY BOYS QUARTERS). God even gave me the name for my brand. He made it clear that this business would have to be all about Him.
God said the brand would be an international brand. He said that He would bring renowned notable women across my path, for me to style, and also as role models.
He gave me the vision statement with scriptural backing.
He said "NHN IS A VISION ON A MISSION, BRINGING DECENCY BACK TO CHURCH FIRST, AND THE SOCIETY AT LARGE”. HE SAID, “NHN IS FIRST A MINISTRY, THEN A CLOTHING LINE".
God instructed me to follow in the footsteps of my father in the faith, Bishop David Oyedepo and use The Faith Tabernacle and Covenant University, as my yard stick.
To God be the glory, NHN is and still located at my boys quarters, as The Lord Himself instructed.
Without any sign post, or any form of advertisement, within 3 months, NHN was catapulted onto the global stage. NHN NOW COMMANDS THE ATTENTION OF NATIONS FROM MY BACK YARD. NHN has proven all the MBA business theories from Harvard and the like, wrong.
NHN only operates strongly, without compromise, on KINGDOM BUSINESS STRATEGIES AND WE ARE INVOLVED IN KINGDOM ADVANCEMENT ENDEAVORS. AS WAS REVEALED TO ME DURING THE 21 DAYS FAST.
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 13, 2016 at 10:10 AM||comments (0)|
God bless me with bouncing baby boy this morning,Odenigbo junior have arrived thank u Jesus, if u are happy drop a word for me..God bless u... My case is different indeed, my Shiloh testimony have started...Glory be to God
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 12, 2016 at 10:05 AM||comments (3)|
He affirms, “You’ll know when God answers you because it will be perfect and personal in every way.”
McLean’s experience with a faith crisis has given him deep compassion and a unique perspective that couldn’t have been developed any other way. But one of the greatest epiphanies he had, which still impacts him today, came from a memory of his deceased father:
“My father suffered from Alzheimer’s, so when he was asked to give a 17-minute talk at an Easter sacrament meeting, I was nervous he would go a little bit off track. In fact, I stood close by so I could come up and rescue him,” McLean recalls. “Every scripture, every reference, was about God the Father’s greatness, wisdom, and intelligence. And I was getting embarrassed because it was Easter Sunday, and he wasn’t talking about Jesus.”
But then, with two minutes left, McLean’s father surprised him by posing a series of profound questions. “My father said, ‘Isn’t it interesting that the Greatest Intelligence in the Universe abandoned His Son at the most pivotal moment in His plan? Could it be that it was at this moment that the Greatest Intelligence of All bore witness to the universe that He had put His faith in Jesus? That He knew Jesus would choose Him no matter what? And could it be that when you think He has abandoned you that He is actually saying, ‘I have faith you will choose me even when I’m not there’?”
And that is exactly how McLean overcame his faith crisis—by choosing God even when he felt abandoned by Him.
You’re Not Alone
Today, rather than being ashamed of his experience, McLean is using it to share a message of hope with others who might be struggling.
“John the Baptist, Joseph Smith, and even Christ himself have felt abandoned by God,” he says. “If any of us have ever felt abandoned and wondered where He is, then we’re in good company.”
McLean says songwriters really only write one song, and his is “You’re Not Alone.” Though the lyrics and melodies are always different, the message remains the same.
“Name one of my songs that, at its core, wasn’t trying to tell somebody, ‘This is what I went through. You’re not the only one who’s felt this way. You’re not the only one who’s scared. You’re not the only one who’s wondering if there’s a God in heaven who loves you. You’re not alone.’”
He adds, “I know what the darkness is like. He’s always there— even when we can’t see it.”
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 11, 2016 at 3:05 PM||comments (0)|
2 days ago,I was very bitter about the unreliable nature of some of our airlines cancelling flights without prior notice thereby hindering my plans to attend a church service ceremony held in uyo.Now out of determination, I took a flight to calabar with the hope of being in uyo just in time for the service since the journey between calabar and uyo was just about an hour. The journey ended up taking over 7hrs because of an unexplainable traffic.No accident, good road no hitches just a headlock traffic. Whilst in the car, I started wondering why all my efforts to be at the service was being thwarted... then I got a call, that the entire church building had collapsed during the course of the service .... Once again, God had saved me..
My heart goes out to the families of the departed..may the good Lord grant them the heart to bear the loss.
Everyday we see is a blessing..it's not because we are special or better..It's the exceeding Grace of our Lord Jesus.Iam so humbled and grateful to God for preserving me... Happy thanksgiving.....
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 11, 2016 at 10:25 AM||comments (0)|
Chapecoense centre back, Helio Neto, one of only six people who survived the Colombian plane crash which killed 71, was reading a Bible passage about 'being safe in the shadow of your wings' before the crash. The footballer’s bible was found at the scene of the crash by journalist Roberto Cabrini.
In a video footage Cabrini notices the Bible with a note inside saying it belongs to the defender.
A bookmark had been inserted next to Psalm 63. It reads;
'On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night; Because you have been my help; Then I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings. My soul follows you closely; Your right hand upholds me."
The bible was handed to the footballer’s wife, who said that Neto is deeply religious and takes religious scriptures with him everywhere.
A total of 71 people lost their lives when the British-made Avro RJ85 aircraft came down en route to Medellin, where Brazilian side Chapecoense were due to play in the Copa Sudamericana final.
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 11, 2016 at 12:10 AM||comments (1)|
This powerful testimony from ex-Muslim Mohammad Yamout who is now a missionary in South Lebanon will change your heart.
Mohammad grew up in the streets without a father. He had been to Sunday schools in an evangelical church in their neighborhood for 6 years. But because some members of his family are Islamic scholars, he studied the Qur’an as a Muslim. During those years, he was in doubt of the Islamic faith their family believes because he found nothing in the book of Qur’an.
At the young age of 14, in 1974, he made a big decision even at the cost of his life. The decision that led him to a supernatural encounter that changed his life forever…
“For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” (Philippians 1:21)
|Posted by Testimony1 on December 10, 2016 at 4:55 PM||comments (0)|
Joseph Mascolo, the actor who portrayed archvillain Stefano DiMera on the NBC soap opera "Days of Our Lives," died this week at 87 after a battle with Alzheimer's disease, the network said.
Mascolo passed away Wednesday, but NBCUniversal announced his death Friday.
People we've lost in 2016
Photos: People we've lost in 2016
He joined the daytime drama in 1982 and was featured intermittently until his last appearance this year.
"Joseph was a big 'ol bear with a puppy dog heart. I'm so blessed to have had these many years with him. I will miss him every day," said his wife, Patricia Schultz-Mascolo, according to The Hollywood Reporter.
Mascolo had many roles in a decades-long acting career but was best known as DiMera, a villain also known as "The Phoenix" for many dramatic comebacks from supposed demise. He won three Soap Opera Digest awards for outstanding villain.
|Posted by Testimony1 on November 30, 2016 at 6:45 PM||comments (0)|
A yr ago i had an accident
The testimony below is from someone very close to my heart. She just told me this and to cry... would be depriving God of his praise. I thank God for savingUgochi's life... I Testify with her.
She has been a very good friend to me and I can only imagine the pain she would have been going through.
Below is her letter to me:
Kemi, I had a very terrible accident
I was js standing at d bustop
And den suddenly i was hit by a guy who lost control of his car
He hit me down and climbed on top of me
I lost consciousness, of course i broke my arm,hip n had a broken skull
I was admitted in Luth, dere u woke up to so much pain,i stayed in Luth for 6 months,no brain damage thank God! Had sugery done for my arm but d hip proved stubborn after two more tries at d theatre for d same hip i eventually left Luth for d hs bcos i was js fed up of bin in d hospital
I was referred to a private hospital at Vi for d hip sugery after it took us like 3 months to finally raise d amount needed I had d surgery and it was a success before den i couldnt walk without d crutches
I haf d final surgery in October and since den i have bin on therapy for d leg
Finally i dropped d cruthes and now use a cane to support me till i learn to put my full weight on d operated leg
Through all this i held on to God many people didnt know what happened to me bcos i wasnt saying and when u hear my voice on phn it was always cheerful.i refused depression and my faith was stronger dan i ever imagined
God proved himself in my situation and i will forever praise him pls help me thank dis God
|Posted by Testimony1 on November 25, 2016 at 10:50 AM||comments (0)|
Nollywood actor, Leo Mezie, at a press briefing held in Lagos on Tuesday, has shared how he miraculously recovered from a kidney ailment.
“I had thought that I would die,” Mezie told Allure Vanguard.
“I don’t know why Jesus chose to give me a second chance, but I believe it’s to serve him, and this time around in everything I do.
At a point, I was ready to die. I had lost all hopes and was already making plans to return to the village, but God gave me a second chance to life, so that I can win more souls for him with my testimony. We had concluded plans for a kidney transplant; donor’s treatment, medical bills, compensation and lots more, but God turned my case around.
After series of prayer, the kidneys that were diagnosed and confirmed damaged began to pick up and heal. At the long run, I didn’t have to go through any transplant; the doctors were amazed at the sudden transformation, which could be done by only God.
My biggest appreciation is to the Almighty God. Despite my sins and shortcomings, he still found me worthy to receive his mercy. Then to Apostle Johnson (Suleiman). The man of God who gave me money and took care of all my medical bills. I’d also like to thank my wife, who stood by me in this challenging time despite all odds. I owe my life to you. To my colleagues, fans and the media, God bless you all,” he said.
|Posted by Testimony1 on November 21, 2016 at 1:10 PM||comments (0)|
My name is Teresa Oosthuizen, here is my two testimonies combined into one, describing experiences I lived through where God saved my life TWICE in one day. TWICE! Was I worth it? He thought so...I was just a "normal" person not overly religious at the time, but thanks to my Daddy I had been taught to call on God when I needed Him!
On the 6th February 1981 I lost my first child due to a natural miscarriage. It was an extremely traumatic experience for me, seeing my dead baby on the bed next to me completely shattered my soul and I could not stop screaming, crying, and vomiting.
It got so bad that my brain seperated itself from my physical body in the sense that I could hear myself screaming and crying but I couldn't stop it or control it, almost as though it was someone else I was listening to...and yes, they moved me to the psychiatric ward and sedated me because my screaming was disturbing everyone, patients and staff were freaked out by it.
It took me days and days to finally be discharged from hospital and I walked around like a zombie for weeks, numb to what was going on around me...but God held me tightly in His precious arms and He slowly healed my soul and bit by bit my physical brain dealt with the trauma, although, honestly, I still haven't ever forgotten it.
Everything in my heart cries out to Him to please keep my precious child in Heaven with Him and please allow me to know my child when I leave this Earth, so I may share eternity with my child.
That thought is one of the thoughts that stirs my desire to be worthy of entering God's Holy Kingdom, the thought of being with my child, and I place all of my trust and all of my hope in God that He will grant me that right.
I was utterly devastated and believed God had punished me, I just couldn't figure out why? I believed I would never have a child, but the following year I was pregnant again.
I did everything (and more), to ensure that I carried my child to the best of my ability. I ate healthy, I took extra vitamins, I sat and relaxed most of the time, refraining from straining my body, and I prayed, prayed and prayed. I begged God to just allow me one child, please, to please not let my new baby die... And finally in December I brought my incredible first son into this world!
I praised God and thanked Him every minute of every day, I couldn't thank Him enough! I was a super-alert Mommy and if my baby might the slightest noise I checked if he was alright.
I was overwhelmed with the intense feeling that it was the Will of God that had blessed me by allowing me to have a living, breathing, healthy child that I could love and share my life with. Never before had I ever been so grateful for anything!
My son was just over six months old when my kidneys started straining. I was deadly sick, weak, shaky, swollen feet and in terrible pain so I went to see the local doctor, believing that my little old bed was giving me back pain, believing that my extremely swollen feet were from standing too long, believing that my puffy eyes were from watching too much television...
Dr Reynolds was very thorough, a fabulous doctor, a great but gentle man. He was horrified at what he saw and what I described, and he telephoned Parklands Hospital and spoke to their chief professor in the Urology Dept and said "I have an urgent case for you!"
I was listening, but only with half a heart, I was too tired, too weak, and worried about my son who was at home with his grandmother, he was asleep when I left but what if he woke up?
Doctor Reynolds called my husband one side and they were talking softly and then he came to me and said he wants me to go see his friend, another doctor...reluct
antly I agreed.
We arrived at Parklands Hospital and Doctor Tjaart Fourie attended to me immediately! He was extremely nice to me, and kept assuring me that everything was going to be okay, but I was too tired to care, I just wanted a prescription so I could go home to my son...
The nurse came and injected Iodine into the drip she had set up in my arm, and she said it was necessary so they could trace the flow of urine from my bladder to my kidneys.
Within seconds I felt my tongue swell up, my lips swell up, and my heart beat as though I had run a marathon, and then I suddenly struggled to breathe.
I sat upright, panic-stricken and a woman in the bed next to me started shouting for the nurse to come.
Doctor Fourie rushed in and immediately laid me down and called the nurse to hold my mouth open and pull my tongue out, while he charged out the room.
I struggled with the nurse, and secretly in my head I begged God "Don't let me die! Please don't let me die! My son needs me" and my fabulous doctor inserted something into my drip and he held onto my hands and said "Just relax, stop fighting..." And slowly my body started feeling "normal" again, although my swollen lips took a few days to reduce, but at least I could breathe again and so I quietly said "Thank You Lord, thank You!" And relaxed.
I was then wheeled into the x-ray section about half an hour later, after I had to drink what seemed like a bucket of water, and Doctor Fourie examined how the Iodine-water was passing through my body.
I was wheeled back out and said "Ok now please can I have my medicine, so I can go home? My baby is going to wake up any minute now..." But Doctor Fourie spoke softly to my husband, who looked very worried.
I remember thinking "That's the second time today that a doctor has whispered about me! Why does my husband have to know before me?"
I was quite irritated with the secrecy, but it is only years later that I realised that my GP must have warned Doctor Fourie about my breakdown with my miscarriage, so between both doctors they must have been concerned that I would not be "strong" enough to handle the truth?
Within half an hour I was rushed into theatre because xrays revealed only one kidney had ever worked, and was about to burst it was so swollen! Evidently I was born with a ureter on the one side and nothing on the other side, which would connect the kidneys to the bladder, and because of it only one kidney had ever done all the work and my two pregnancies had put excessive strain on it.
Doctor Fourie had apparently told my husband that my condition was fatal and that he would try save my life but he couldn't guarantee it because the damage to the working kiidney was extensive. Wow. No wonder they didn't want to tell me?
As I was being wheeled into theatre I heard Doctor Fourie tell the anaethetist that I am HIGHLY allergic to Iodine...I never knew that...what a way to find out!
I had a nine-hour operation to save my life. Doctor Fourie and his team implanted two plastic ureters into my body, one on each side, and he drained my right kidney and removed numerous cysts from it, then ran dialysis through my bloodstream and connected me to a heart monitor, which stayed in place for just over two weeks, with a catheter too, because obviously, being hooked up to all these machines I would have to stay flat on my back!
Naturally the last thing I remember was a prick in my wrist where they inserted a drip for the anaesthetic and the gas mask been put on my face, and as I slowly drifted off I remember asking God to look after me because I didn't want to die.
I have no clue at what point this hppened, how many hours after the operation, but I became aware that I was floating near the ceiling, looking down. Somebody was next to me, on the left side, but I did not turn to see who it was, I was just aware that I wasn't alone. I remember thinking "Wow what's that smell?" because the air was filled with such a beautiful soft sweet smell. I was calm and peaceful and had a feeling of being with someone I felt comfortable with, almost like you would if it was your best friend with you?
I remember looking down and what I saw was a private ward hospital room, with a doctor and three nurses all hovering around a bed, with the doctor checking whoever was in the bed and giving the nurses instructions, while he was fiddling with the machines. He appeared to be very worried about his patient.
I could see the patient had a catheter inserted because I remembered that I had one after my caesar to deliver my son. I remember wondering why the urine in it looked like very dark blood and wasn't yellow like normal urine.
I could see the patient had pipes coming from their abdomen that were hooked up to a machine.
I could see a drip stand next to the bed.
I could see the heart monitor beeping away and I clearly remember feeling a tremendous sympathy for whoever it was, and I reached out to whoever was next to me (floating above the bed) almost as though I wanted to tap them on the arm, and I said "Oh shame! That person is very sick! Look at all those machines and doctors and nurses!"
I felt huge compassion for the patient.
Then Doctor Fourie took a step back and turned to check one of the machines and in an instant I saw MY OWN FACE!
I was horrified!
"That's me!!!!" I said and within a split second I was back in my body and wide awake.
I was overcome with shock! I was in the same room! The same doctor and nurses were next to me! What the hell is going on???
It was then that I realised I may have died for a few minutes? My soul had left my body??? What??? Why???
For the next 21 days as I slowly recovered in hospital it was all I could think of!
My mind raced... Why? Why? Why? Why did God let me die and then bring me back?
Who was floating next to me???
I felt a stronge sense of awareness, a strong presence, the first few days after the operation. It was quite creepy at first, little scary, that feeling of being watched but at the same time also pleasant, almost like having a bodyguard next to you all the time. I slowly got used to it and after about a week I said out loud "OK thank you for being with me but I am fine now!"
Almost immediately a tremendous feeling of love and peace filled my heart and I knew "it" had heard me and was leaving me, job done, almost as if "it" had waited for me to give the instruction?
I still wonder, was it my guardian angel? Or the Holy Spirit? Or Jesus himself? I have no idea but I know it was a peaceful loving caring being, I know without a doubt it was sent by God Himself, my prayer was to not let me die, and He answered my prayer!
My husband and in-laws mocked me, said it was the anaesthetic, I even had a friend desperately try convince me of the scientific evidence against it being God, and I even had one of my own relatives tell me I should go on anti-depressant
s... What??? Wow. Testifying as to the power of God certainly brought me great shame and humiliation? But I didn't care! The truth is the truth!
At first I felt ashamed and confused, worried that perhaps I was going nuts? so I went to the church and prayed.
While I was praying the priest noticed I was deeply troubled by something and he asked me what it was. He was a gentle loving old priest, his eyes could almost see right through you. I was embarrassed to tell him and at first I kept making excuses but then finally plucked up the courage.
After telling him my story, he had tears in his eyes and he said, "Child, today God extended your life as an extreme blessing to you, and today He strengthened your faith in the soul's ability to live after the body dies, sin no more, because God has given you more than many people ever get! Go onto your knees, praise Him!"
And I did! And I still try to remember that. A very strong deeply religious man who devoted his whole life to God had told me that God revealed an incredible truth to me!
I am still human, still a sinner desperate to be worthy, but my faith has grown into an unshakeable faith!
I had prayed when I was sick and on the way to the doctor I had the strong urge to beg God to heal me because my baby needed me. I never imagined I would need a huge operation! I expected antibiotics but instead I got a theatre!
The power of prayer!
He spared my life, twice in one day, first with the Iodine reaction and then with the operation. He healed me, and because I had put all my trust in Him, He gave me an added bonus of ensuring that I believe in the afterlife, not only by allowing me to feel what it feels like when your soul leaves your body, but also by allowing me to feel the presence of a Holy being staying with me and looking after me while I was recovering!
My son is the most wonderful son ever, a quiet, peaceful, loving soul, and I often look at him and think that God gave him a beautiful soul because he would be my firstborn who replaced my extreme trauma of miscarriage, an exceptional blessing in my life! Never a day goes by that I don't pray to God to say Thank You for all my children.
I would always sneer at "out-of-body" experiences and say yeah right, even though as a child I was taught in life after death, because I always thought people were exaggerating, trying to attract attention, etc.
Until it happened to me.
From that day onwards I fully totally completely believe the soul DOES live on, even if the body dies! And that extreme realisation is EXACTLY what my soul needed, not only to calm my lifelong skepticism, but definitely to prepare me for my NEXT son!
|Posted by Testimony1 on November 15, 2016 at 2:30 AM||comments (0)|
The popular publisher of daily devotional booklet, Our Daily Manna, and general overseer of Manna Prayer Mountain, Bishop (Dr.) Chris Kwakpovwe is a year older oN 15th November.
|Posted by Testimony1 on November 13, 2016 at 12:35 AM||comments (1)|
Here's MY TESTIMONY.....
I hope that one person can read this and find hope in their life.. I pray that someone can see where I was and know that there is TRUE LIFE beyond the streets and the drugs and the flesh and see that TRUE LIFE begins in CHRIST.........
I am asking all my brothers and sisters in Christ to please share this and to please share your testimony on this post.....
I was born a Muslim and adopted by a Caucasian Christian family at the age of 6. As far back as I can remember, I have always had a love and passion for music.Though raised as a Christian, I never really cared to know much about God and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
At the age of 10 I was diagnosed not only with bipolar disorder but also oppositional defiant disorder, just to name a few. Because of this opposition, I faced many disciplinary problems in schools and life in general. From school suspension to behavioral issues in the home, my mother was faced with the decision to begin heavy medication at such a ripe young age.
This lead me to also begin self medicating through marijuana usage and alcohol abuse at the age of 13, which opened the door to a future of trouble and run ins with the law. A year later I faced my first arrest at the age of 14 which lead me to behavioral hospitalization. Over the years, my life was pure havoc due to drug usage and many more run ins with the law.
At 17 I made the decision to leave home and face the world on my own. Doing so, I found refuge in the streets of Glen Park and later became a member of the well known gang, Gangster Disciples. With my newly formed street family, I embarked on a new venture of drug dealing, robbery, and other unmentionable endeavors. By the age of 18, I was homeless and found myself, yet again, in trouble with the law.
One night in a homeless shelter, I was approached by an unknown man who said this,”You will be a tool in the music industry and God will use you as an evangelist”, I brushed him off and laughed at him and I never saw the man again.
I now faced a prison sentence of 26 months with 2 years of probation.. The night of my arrest, in the back of a police car, I spoke to God and said to Him, “I am yours, I am tired of running, use me as you please”. During my 26 month incarceration, God started speaking to me, I began fasting, reading the word daily and began to minister to other inmates and through ministering, lives began to change. This is when the voice of the unknown man, came up in my thoughts and at this point, I found my calling.
Today at 23 years old, I am a new creation through Christ and use my gift of music to minister and also the gift of evangelism.. I hopes that through God I can reach out to others that are in the situations I faced and place a positive impact on their lives.
My mission is to reach the broke, hopeless and lost to bring them the gospel of Jesus Christ.
#testimony #faithmade #positiveimpactmovement #changetheworld #GodsGrace
Written by Javier Mendoza
|Posted by Testimony1 on October 27, 2016 at 7:10 PM||comments (0)|
I was leaving Lagos with an early flight this morning and as i waited at the airport, i met with a pretty young lady, who happens to be an Agnostic. We were engaged in a conversation for about an hour and she asked me some questions i would like to share with you . She asked ,...How do you know the Bible is True?
i told her what i used to think about the Bible and my opinion those days was that the Bible was a nice book with some poetry and religious history about dealings of some sort of Supreme Being with people who were superstitious enough to believe that He existed. i believed that since the Bible was written by men who were human, the Bible was subject to human error. Then i asked her ... Do you believe the history books that were written by humans? Do you believe the history books you learnt in school? i told her ...Well i believe that Julius Caesar conquered Pompey in 44 B.C. i believe that Marcus Aurelius ruled Rome in 280 A.D. i believe that the Declaration of the Independence of America was signed in 1776, and that the French Revolution broke out thirteen years later. If i believe in every word without doubt in those history books that were written by imperfect men, why can't i believe in the Bible that was written by godly men? It is astonishing that the Bible was written by forty men over a period of 1600 years, yet their writings are compatible, in agreement, in one accord, related, consistent, orderly and harmonious. How Do i Know That Jesus Existed? Ok... do you believe that the ancient Greek philosopher Socrates lived? do you also know that we have only one ancient writing about him? Just one writing about Socrates and it was by Plato. So you believe in Socrates because of only one ancient writer? Ok ! Jesus has four major accounts of his life plus many other minor references. Why do you believe in Socrates and not in Jesus? this makes me understand that your unbelief is not intellectual, rather it is emotional or spiritual. i also understand that your intellectual arguments are standing on very shaky ground. #LEADERSHiP